July 29: Summer Camp, Daughter, New Cartoon

I dropped my daughter off at summer camp this afternoon.  In previous years, I've had a hard time with this act, more so than my daughter.  This year was a little easier.  I helped her set up her bunk in the cabin, got her registered, met her camp counselors, and then left.

It's going to be a very quiet week without my daughter around.  This camp time always makes me appreciate her a little more.  I miss her.  However, I appreciate her confidence, her ability to feel comfortable in her own skin.  She's much braver than I was at her age.

Maybe Saint Marty hasn't screwed up his kid as badly as he thinks.

Confessions of Saint Marty